In honor of Mamma Kat's Writer's Workshop I am going to be taking on Prompt #5:
Tell us about that time at the playground when that thing happened.
When I was little we used to live very close to my grade school. So close in fact, that our back yard fence was adjacent to the driveway were the teachers parked their cars. So close, that I could hop that fence and go to school if I wanted to (but didn't because I would have gotten a spanking from my mother).
There was a new tornado slide installed and everybody was playing on it including my sister and I. There must be some temptation built into tornado slides that encourage children to climb up the sides. There must be some other temptation that makes you slide down the slide with your legs hanging over the sides as well. As fate would have it I was climbing up the side of the slide, and my sister was sliding down the slide with her legs hanging over the edge. She knocked me off the slide and I was knocked unconscious.
From what I hear (I was unconscious by the way)… my sister scooped me up and carried me all the way home from the playground. In tears, she then announced to my parents: "I killed him. I killed my brother". Luckily I was only unconscious and the only other injury was a sprained wrist.